Monday, April 19, 2010

through the gates

Ten foot white walls of winter’s giving
On the crown of western time
Where there is no stop of progression
And if he should enter through the gates
Is where he must stay
At the request of a season
He stopped to take a photograph of the lakes
Reflection of craggy peaks
One side blue, sunny side white and
Prominence in between gray
Others stand along with him though they are only temporary

© 2010 by Matt Bonham